Journey Series

Monday, July 27, 2015

Hope this week you enjoy the photo as much as you do the
scene. This week’s scene took a different twist than I was expecting. I thought
it would be more of a peaceful and relaxing one, but it turned out more . . .
Well you read it and be the judge of it.

It had to be there, hidden behind those waterfalls or fallen
trees. Had to be, it was his last hope. If he couldn’t find the passage to
WallPete his life would be over. No, he wasn’t being overdramatic; he was being
dead serious.

“Caleb, you see it?” Gavin huffed and puffed worse than he
did, and he was the injured.

He’d chosen Gavin, from his massive load of friends, to help
because the man spent ten hours a week in the gym. The man should’ve been in
the perfect shape to hike up a steep mountainside and through about five miles
of forest. Looked as if he’d chosen wrong.

“Wow, what a view?”

“Sure is.” Also a deadly one if the legend of his homeland
was true. “I can make it from here.”

“Sorry.” Gavin stood up taller and squared his shoulders. “I
can’t leave you here while you bleeding. Jones will rip into me if I do.”

The name of his true love had more pain shooting through his
side than the bullet lodged into it. Jones had been his for over five years,
never once giving off the dangerous vibe, or introducing him to any of his high
and mighty friends. Man had good reason and Caleb should’ve known something
wasn’t right. Too bad it almost cost him his life, before he saw what his true
love was.

“Listen, Caleb, I know you are head over hills for the guy,
but he shot you. Doesn’t that say it all?” Gavin moved behind him and tugged
him against him, not in a sexual way, but a stability manner.

“It does, but . . .” A bright light shimmered from behind
the fallen, weed-covered tree. “Did you see it?”

From the way Gavin’s muscles had tightened he had. Gavin and
Tim had called him delusional when he began spouting off about needing to get
to WalPete. Sort of surprised him they didn’t call the ambulance for him. They
didn’t know a thing about him coming from another world, which explained why
Gavin and Tim both called him a few choice names before they caved into his
pleading for help. Okay, Gavin might have given in because he was tired of
seeing one of his best friend bleeding on his apartment’s floor.

“What . . .” Gavin’s comment was cut off when the ball of
light floated over the greenish water and hovered in front of them.

Caleb freed himself from Gavin’s arms and struggled to his
knees. The light faded and formed a duplicate image of him, which had Gavin
gasping.

“Lord Third, you are injured, let me.”

The replicate of him reached a long pointed, glowing, bone
like finger out and rested it over the blood-crusted shirt. Heat swept around
his abdomen and settled over the bullet hole.

Caleb hated the question, but there was no way he could lie
to his King, let alone his great-grandfather. He sighed and nodded his head.

“Why, my bloodkin?”

“Bloodkin?” Gavin huffed. “I can see it.”

“I like this human.” King Raven’s half-smile was catching
and like usual nailed Caleb where it hurt.

Gavin had never hid his feelings for him, but Caleb had his
heart set on his true love. What a mistake that had been.

“Bloodkin, I asked you a question.”

“I found out about his job and friends.”

“What about them and don’t make me pry the information from
you?”

“The one he calls his true love is a Drug Lord, a major one.
He’s wanted by at least two countries for drug trafficking.”

“This makes no sense.” King Raven did his version of a pace,
by floating back and forth, parting the grass as he did so. “Our true loves
aren’t evil, never are. They counter us, complete us, but never harm us.” He
turned toward him and frowned. “Who told you this foul human was your true
love?”

“Grandfather, King Raven.”

King Raven’s transparent face glowed red and a ray of fire
blasted across the water. “He has deceived you. The one who harmed you wasn’t
yours.” He spun and faced Gavin and grinned. “Now, I can see this one being
your true love, but we will have to bring the WallPete seer here to know for
sure.”

Monday, July 20, 2015

This week’s flash fiction post comes from the word “snail
time”. Hope each of you enjoy this little bit of flash fiction. It’s kind of
off the wall, but it increases its uniqueness.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read

Julia Matthews

Frozen

Copyrighted Julia Matthews

I tried to ask a few what was going on, but all I got was .
. . dismissed. The lady I asked continued to stare skyward. The man I asked
simply ignored me.

No matter where I looked, which wasn’t far thanks to the
heavy dust fog surrounding me, all I could see was the silhouette of people
rambling around with dead stares. I tapped a couple on their shoulders and . .
. nothing. There was no response. No slight flinch of recognition that a
stranger had invaded their personal space. The lack of life among the people
sent shivers over my sweating body.

I knocked the swirling dirt away from my face and shouted,
“What is going on?”

I hadn’t expected a response of any kind, so when a deep,
rich voice replied I jumped about five feet off the ground.

“James, do not fear your true life.”

My head swiveled around, but everyone was still ambling
around like zombies, minus the eating other people.

“Where are you? Who are you?”

“I am everywhere. I am you. I am no one. I am everyone.”

What the fuck did that mean? My hands ached from being
clinched so tight. I ran up to the red headed lady next to me and shook her shoulders.
She mocked a rag doll, but remained on her feet.

“What have you done to them?” I didn’t know any of these
people, but I sure didn’t like them being screwed with. It wasn’t right.

“James, I’ve only slowed time down.”

“Oh.” No biggie. Time slows down all the time, no one will
mind you doing so. Yeah right. This invisible man had my stomach churning.

“You do not get it do you, James?”

“Get what?” You are a fucked up insane person with some
grand scheme to send me right to the loony bin. I get that.

“You are the chosen one from your world.”

“Chosen?”

“You will be the one to inherit my kingdom from this day
forward.”

My facial muscle ached from me gritting my teeth.

“James, you should’ve expected this day to come. Your
grandfather told you all about your true home.”

“Grandfather spent the last ten years in and out of
hospitals for dementia.” No one would believe a word the man said, especially
not me.

“You should’ve believed every word Lord Timely told you. He
was my captain for many years. His loyalty is why I chose you.”

“Thanks, but I’ll just nicely decline.” I waved my hand at
the people. “You return time to normal pace, please.”

“If you return with me then I’ll do so.”

“What?”

“It is you at my side, or time remains a snail until it ceases
for good.”

What a choice? Me or the whole world. Cliché anyone?

“You’ve five minutes.”

I almost laughed when a clock began ticking. The first
minute passed and the invisible man said, “Four minutes.” It was those words
that clued me in on how serious the situation was.

I shook my head, wishing to goodness I could decipher what
was going on. It made no sense. Who was this guy? What was he wanting me to be
heir to? Why me? What did my dead, lunatic grandfather have to do with him?

“Three minutes.”

My mind drifted back to the last time I saw grandfather. The
man had been going on about a world called ZarMac. How it held beautiful
waterfalls, crashing into rainbow colored pools of water. How the sun and the
moon shared the day and night. I’d even thought the world sounded magical when
I heard grandfather speak of it.

“Are you talking about ZarMac?” I blurted out the question
before I realized it.

“I am. Two minutes left. Best get to making a decision or
I’ll leave you to this dribble of a place.”

“It’s not dribble. It’s . . .” I scanned the area, taking in
the know gloomy area. “It was full of life until you invaded us. Why do you
need me at your side? Do you not have children of your own?”

“No. I was not blessed with the gratification of a woman. I
did love, but lover can’t bear me children.”

Did that mean his wife was barren or was he gay? Didn’t
matter. What did was that my time to decide was all but up. I had to choose,
the world or me.

“If I go with you will the world remain intact?”

“Yes, James.”

“My family will be kept safe?”

“Yes, James. Sixty seconds and those answers will change.”

I heaved a sigh, knowing I had no choice. I couldn’t let the
entire world go to . . . whatever this ZarMac leader would do to it, when I
could save it.

“Fine. Will I get to say goodbye to my family?”

“No.”

There was a snap of a finger and then my body lifted over
the once again life flowing world. The people appeared as if nothing strange
had been going on around them. Everything was right, except me. I was floating
higher and higher into the sky. Might as well been riding on some kind of
streak of light to my new life.

I’ll never know how she does it. Rachel falls asleep in the
comforts of our king size bed, and ends up in a blanket of seawater. The image
is always so peaceful and inviting, yet I have no idea how in the world she
holds the water around her body. By all laws of nature, the waves should be
washing over her entire body.

Still, as dangerous as it is. I love finding her curled on
her side, with her hair sprawled over the wet sand. I wish it were my chest she
used as a pillow instead of her dainty hand. Used to be. Every night she’d wrap
her short, slender body against me and I’d shield her from the world. Since we
moved to the beach, the ocean had taken my place.

I bent down and ran my hand over her silky skin. Her
eyelashes fluttered, but those baby blues remained hidden behind her eyelids. My
knees sink into the sand as I kissed her temple. Like most morning her hand
flew up and gripped my neck. Her nose twitched a second or two and then the
hand released.

I moved back from her and held out her ankle length
nightgown I’d brought her. “Here, baby. Get dress before more onlookers
gather.”

One of the days the wrong person was going to find her
covered with the ocean and snatch her away from me. It’s why I’d begun setting
my clock for three in the morning.

“Sorry, Donald.” Rachel sat up, taking the ocean blanket
with her.

I pushed myself up and stared down at her as she slid into
her gown. “You ever going to tell me how and why this is happening?”

“Wish I could.”

The same respond Rachel gave me each and every morning. I
wasn’t sure if it meant she was forbidden to, or if she didn’t know. The first
couple of unexpected trips to locate my wife had me asking her, but I hated
being ignored so I quit asking. I knew better than to pester Rachel for
information. She wouldn’t give it until she was ready to.

“Then let’s get home and eat something.” I took her hands
and we headed back up the private walkway to our house.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Hope you all enjoyed the fireworks over the weekend. My dogs
sure hated the noise, other than that I had a great weekend. Now, let’s get on
with this weeks post.

This week’s phrase came to me when I saw someone stumble
into another person when leaving the coffee house.

Hope you enjoy and remember,

Let your imagination
soar when you read.

Julia

* * * Disclaimer * * *

Scene is Adult Only (Age 18 and up)

* * * Disclaimer * * *

JUST MY LUCK

What was this guy’s problem? First he didn’t look trough the
double, glass doors to see if someone was entering the door he was charging towards.
Topping his rudeness off he shoves the door open and blares into me, all but
sending me onto my ass. All I wanted was a simple Mocha Ice Coffee with no whip
cream. Not a square chinned, tall, blond hair God . . . Okay, maybe the entire
situation wasn’t as bad as I first thought. No woman would mind being ran down
by a hunk.

“Joan? Joan Tesserby” The man tilted his head to the left
then gasped. “It is you. I’ve not seen you in ten years.”

I nodded. What was I to say? I let him tug me inside and out
of the flow of entering and exiting patrons. No sense in getting ran over while
I tried to figure out who the man was. I sure hadn’t known, not at first.

As he kept on jabbering on about what he did for a living an
image of a matted, long, blond hair guy with slumped shoulders and goofy bell
bottom pants, that was way out of their time period, came to mind. Time sure
had been good to Peter. He no longer appeared to be hampered by his, I am who I am and won’t change for no one,
attitude. Which had matched mine the last time I saw him.

“That’s what I’ve been up to, how about you?” Peter’s blue
eyes sparkled as he leaned against the wall.

Another stumping question, I hadn’t accomplished a lot since
graduating high school and ended our high school relationship. Not so much as a
relationship, more like two teenagers experimenting with this and that. Main
item on the experimental list had been sex. Peter sure knew how to please a
woman.

I ran my hand down the newly pressed business skirt, which I
hoped snag me the office assistant job I was interviewing for in an hour. If
not . . . I was going to be living on the streets instead of buying me a way to
expensive coffee.

I glanced at my watch and frowned. There was no time for a
coffee. “I’m afraid I’ve got to be going. Wish I could stay and chat, but I’ve
got to get to Hanger Office in half an hour.”

“Sure.” Peter tugged a business card from his pocket. “Give
me a call and we’ll catch up.”

“Sounds great.” I took the card and headed back to my car.

As I cranked up I laid the card in the seat beside me and
caught a glimpse of the Hanger Company logo. I stanched it up and read it.

Peter Whitmore

Hanger Company

Vice President

I banged my head against the steering wheel. “Double shit, he’ll
be my boss.”

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I write and publish adult paranormal romance, as well as gay paranormal romance. My life is a pretty simple one, family, dogs, and my writings. Strong belief in you can't learn from mistakes if they aren't pointed out to you.